Everyone sitting around the table slumped in their chairs, Gigi falling to the floor in an ungraceful heap.
“Not long, apparently,” I said, sliding a worried glance at Merri, who had gone stiff.
“Will she be okay standing?” Dahlia asked, a frown between her brows.
“She’s not actually asleep the way they are,” I mused. Then selfishly, I shrugged and swung her up in my arms. “But I guess it doesn’t hurt to ensure her safety.”
I had to admit, there was something about carrying her like this. It was so very gothic romance hero of me.
I laid her down on a nearby bench and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be back, love. Won’t be a tick.”
The lights flickered in the house, and the rumble of the generator rattled to a stop before everything went dark. Kiki winked at me before floating over to Dahlia’s side.
“Your turn,” Hades said, handing me the axe Chaos made.
I accepted it with a small smile, more than a little eager to play yet another vital role in this operation. I mean, really, would the resistance have even gotten to this point without me to guide them?
Thanks to the overconfidence of humanity, I was able to waltz right into the room and collect what I needed without even picking a lock. I dragged the edge of the blade across Ransom’s palm, ensuring the axe was coated in as much blood as possible before lifting the weapon from his split skin. There was no doubt in my mind of my success, because the metal took on an eerie glow and pulsed in my grasp.
“And Bob’s your uncle.”
Realizing the cowboy would likely have questions about his sudden injury, I lifted a nearby highball glass and dropped it on the floor, picking up the biggest of the shards and pressing it into the wound.
Was it perfect? Likely not. But it would suffice, and that’s really all we needed.
These men were explaining away an entire apocalypse unfolding before their very eyes. Surely a broken glass being the reason for a messy cut was easy to accept by comparison. Even if the timeline didn’t exactly match.
Returning to the group, I held our freshly attuned weapon aloft. “Alrighty, chaps. Let’s wake up our succubus and get this over with.”
Chapter
Thirty-Five
LILITH
“As lovely as you all are, I’m growing quite tired of interrupting my day-to-day with plots and schemes. We have all the weapons. What are we supposed to do now?” I asked, cutting a glance at my pouting fae prince. He’d been cross with me ever since I made the deal on his behalf. And yes, there it was. His glower was still in full effect. I’d just have to make good use of his temper later.
Evander stood and began a slow pace back and forth across the room. “With the fully attuned weapons, all that’s left to do now is?—”
“If you say wait, I just may put my fist through your face, angel.” Alek’s interruption would have been amusing if he hadn’t been serious.
“Now, now, children. It doesn’t serve to interrupt. Continue, Evander.”
The angel nodded and returned to his speech. “All that’s left is to present the weapons to their bearers. The chosen who will wield them and see this through to the end.”
“And h-how do w-we know w-who they are?” Ben asked with a frown marring his handsome features.
“Isn’t it obvious? It’s the sex trophies, duh,” his twin answered with a smirk.
“Sex trophies?” Rosie asked with a lift of her brow.
“Would you rather I went with crotch goblins? Semen demons?”
Rosie slapped her hand over his mouth. “I’m going to stop you there, or this will become another hot floppies moment.”
I slid my gaze to her before I stopped myself from asking for clarification. It was highly likely this was something I didn’t want to know.
“Remi does have a point,” I mused. “The children of the horsewomen seem the most obvious answer.”
